Poem fractal

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

by Emily Dickinson

−0.4131 − 0.6989i

Drawing the boundary…

A Dawn Song

by Ezra Pound

−0.4019 − 0.6841i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading — treading — till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through —

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum —
Kept beating — beating — till I thought
My mind was going numb —

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space — began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here —

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down —
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing — then —

A Dawn Song

by Ezra Pound

God hath put me here
In earth's goodly sphere
To sing the joy of the day,
A strong glad song,
If the road be long,
To my fellows in the way.

So I make my song of the good glad light
That falls from the gate of the sun,
And the clear cool wind that bloweth good
To my brother Everyone.

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